“What’s the good word, Sam?” inquired the Captain.
“Got that Ratty. He’s in the jail at Jackleg. Like you said, I never told nobody but the sheriff what ’twas for you wanted him.”
“That’s right,” said the Captain, gravely. “If the boys understood he was mixed up with this kidnapping business, I don’t know what they would do.”
“Right, Captain,” said the foreman. “So the sheriff took him for being all lit up. Ratty won’t sleep it off before to-morrow.”
“And if they could catch that Pete What’s-his-name by then—”
“Ain’t found hide nor hair of him,” answered Silent Sam.
“Where do you reckon he went to, Sam?”
“He didn’t go with his horse, Captain. He fooled us.”
“What?”
“That’s so. Horse was found yisterday evenin’ down beyand Peckham’s–scurcely breathed. He’d run fur, but he didn’t have nobody on his back.”